Page 69 of Melting for the Firefighter
“Yours.”
The answer goes straight through me.
I carry her to the bed and lay her down.
She reaches for me, but I catch her wrists and hold them above her head with one hand.
“I waited two years.”
Her eyes flash.
“You stayed away.”
I lower my mouth to her breast.
Her argument turns into a moan.
I draw one nipple between my lips while my free hand slides beneath her panties.
She is already wet.
“All this for me?”
“There is no one else.”
The answer hits somewhere deep and possessive.
I push two fingers inside her.
She arches beneath me, pulling against my hold on her wrists.
“Lance.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth.”
“Where?”
Color spreads across her cheeks, but she does not look away.
“On my pussy.”
Pride and hunger tear through me.
“Good girl.”
I release her wrists and drag the panties down her legs.
Then I settle between her thighs.
Her taste fills my mouth.
Cora grips my hair while I lick through her slowly, learning every place that makes her breath catch. I keep the pace controlled until she starts lifting her hips, chasing my tongue.
“Please.”
I close my mouth over her clit and slide my fingers deeper.
